Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 046: Jealousy

After all the self-control gathered Likta retreated, she turned her head in any direction, her outstretched hand picked up the kettle and poured more than half a glass of water. Closer to the lips, drink as much as the cheeks accommodate until bulging, swallowing gradually while clearing the mind.

Likta's reaction brought shock to Tiarnan, realizing one thing, that he had a hard time letting go of Likta for a minute. This sweet woman had penetrated all the way to the cells in her body, instinctively reaching for the wife's slender fingers.

Restlessly Likta glanced at the hand cupped by Tiarnan's big finger and her heart rhythm rose dozens of times. The thumping of the ribs stifles the chest. Hot air invaded until the room felt narrowed, he can make sure without reflecting even know that his cheeks have now been blushed.

For a long time they looked at each other, there was something in the iris of Tiarnan's eyes that could boil the blood in Likta to the point of frenzied. Like being wrapped in a red thread, anyone could see the two of them being lured to each other. However, the woman with a stubborn attitude who was still left turned away, closing her eyelids turning tightly.

“Likta, what's up?”

With mixed feelings Likta lowered her head, holding back tears so as not to shed.

“Bless your head, look at me!” tiarnan. “Why?”

So reluctantly did Likta obey Tiarnan's orders, resentfully realizing the man's ability, someone who without trying hard could urge others to obey his request.

“Nothing, ak-I have to pack,” said Likta, ignoring Tiarnan's piercing gaze to the heart. He pulled out a hand, packing empty plates and glasses.

Tiarnan was stunned to see Likta's stuttering, how her cheeks met red made him want to linger looking at his wife. Tracing the curve of the jaw that hardens because of out of breath after putting the lips together.

“Why are you trying to avoid, I know your desire is as great as mine.”

Likta stopped the trembling hand movements. “I think it's clear, this relationship is nothing more than an agreement. I don't want to be immersed in a pseudo-fantasy.”

“This is not a fantasy, you are my wife,” said Tiarnan softly, back pulling his wife's fingers, thumb on the back of Likta's hand moved lazily to calm—or trying to win something. “Serving the husband is an obligation, you are not afraid of sin?”

“Which sins have I not committed? What we have done before marriage is the toughest sin, if in Indonesia there is a stoning law maybe—” Likta's eyes start burning, warm water is blocked in the pelupuk. The hand that is free from the handle Tiarnan, grasping the glass tightly, can be cracked if continued. He took a breath while saying, “I better end up with the death—”

“Why? Didn't Mas Tiarnan really want me. If—if this marriage is decorated like a husband and wife, how after we split later?”

It was not usual for Tiarnan to run out of words, he always had a myriad of answers to various questions. His watered-down brain suddenly froze from Likta's expression. Seeing how fragile the wife was, despair radiated clearly from the turning eyes that usually looked cheerful.

Remembering first when enjoying the morning in the paragliding tourist area, the beautiful face of Likta seemed to shine in the sunrise, a smile on her sexy little lips, sexy, so Tiarnan felt something melt inside. Potentially ruining any plan that had occurred before meeting this adorable-looking woman.

Tiarnan remembered very well, admiration tucked when looking at him, the wrong needs gripped themselves so strongly that the whole body felt tense. And, the fruit of that error is developing, growing in the belly of Licta.

However, it is not in fact powerful enough to erase the memory of Tiarnan will Tanya, the death of his beloved sister is still fresh in memory. Some of his heart was heavy to let Likta be happy, so as to touch his chest.

Hearing Likta's heavy breathing, she straightened up, looking at Tiarnan deeply. Sadness, anger, and affection took over her husband's attention.

“Since the beginning, this relationship was wrong. There is no interest in heart other than lust that—” The tears wet the cheeks of Likta, the little nose nan bangir was also red affected by the embers of emotions that overflowed.

Likta chugged before returning to say, “What has happened, has definitely overturned our world. Mas Tiarnan from the top, while I— do not deserve to enter in the realm of your life.”

Like looking for a power scattering in the air, Likta was silent for a moment. Cold sweat sticking out of the pores of the palms, he closed for a while then said, “I am understanding my position, my position, Violacea is more entitled —dia and Mas Tiarnan was destined with—my presence that suddenly ruined everything. I want to end this charade, tired of fighting with the feeling that the end brings at the point of separation.”

“Only I can decide who is more and not entitled to be a part of my life!” tiarnan Bengkus. “Enak just want to part before the time, did you forget the contents of the agreement?”

Likta gasped and at once Tiarnan regretted the sentence that came out without a second thought. Due to the panic of losing control of this woman, she still wanted to hold Likta by her side. For ever for the sure reason at the beginning, keep the wife away from other men.

“Not at all, but in those five years, how can I share with others? Last time a conversation with Mr. Frits, Violacea expressed her sadness at being a second wife.”

Surprisingly the waves of excitement hit Tiarnan, analyzing Likta's intentions leading to jealousy, unwilling to share himself with others. Where did the wife feel about Arfid? Why is it so easy to turn away?